More songs by Camilo
Description
This story has the quiet smoke of a campfire and the smell of someone else's home, which still feels painfully familiar. It's about how warmth is born in some hands, while others pack a suitcase. Things are packed into a bag, not into life, and this makes the emptiness palpable. In every question about walls, floors, and carpets, there is a longing for what could have been shared but has become foreign. It is not about defeat or envy, but rather about recognition: sometimes it is not love that leaves, but the person who was unable to stay. And then even the most beautiful house seems like a place where you do not belong.
Lyrics and translation
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